It’s one of those weeks.
You know what I mean?
No, not one of those weeks as in the terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad variety, but just the kind where it feels like your head is actually detached from your body. Which, in reality, would be super cool at the same time as being almost unbelievably creepy. But in all seriousness, how handy would it be to have a detachable head? You could throw it down dark alleys to see what terror awaits, you could launch it above tree tops to scope out the landscape…it could be a pretty versatile companion, this detachable head.
Plus, you would most likely excel at labyrinths and Bocce ball.
And you’d always win first prize for most original Halloween costume.
Assuming you were the only one with the disconnected cranium.
Which brings me back to the topic at hand.
One of those weeks.
Mr. Nick’s birthday was last week–whoo, hoo!! Since he so graciously got me the gift of falling for my birthday, I thought the gift of flying seemed ever appropriate. And fun. And, if you know the guy, so him.
So we set out last Sunday to experience the wonders of Fly Boarding. As he seems to be with just about any water activity, Mr. was a natural and had boats, jet skis and pontoons stopping in their wakes to observe.
It was hilarious awesome.